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  I’m watching the action from a private club within the private club that I belong to. It’s simply entitled “The Apartment” as a nod to the fact the space was the former living quarters for the owner of the club, Jerico Jameson. He decided to convert it into a private club where, for an additional yearly membership, you can come and hang out in a more secluded, personal atmosphere. There is fucking going on in The Apartment, but not as much as in the other rooms. The membership in here is limited to just fifty slots, and you cannot bring non-members in without prior permission. There’s an application, and you have to provide references. Since I’d been one of the founding patrons of The Wicked Horse, it was a given I’d get entrance.

  For the most part, I come in here when I want to get away from the skin slapping and groans of release. Sometimes I’ll come here first to enjoy a drink in the quiet.

  Other times, I’ll join a poker game that always seems to be going on. In fact, I’m thinking about joining the next game that starts.

  But for right now, I’m staring at large, high-definition screens that are on a wall in what was probably the living room of Jerico’s apartment. There’s a screen for The Orgy Room, The Silo, The Deck, and The Waterfall Room. Each screen is split into four, with various cameras around each room providing different viewing angles.

  I rarely pay attention to these screens because if I want to watch the action, I’d just go into one of those rooms and be up close and personal with it. But because I knew Avril and Andrew were coming tonight, I’ve been watching the screens more closely than I’d like to admit.

  They came in almost an hour ago, and I held my breath as I awaited their reactions every time they entered a new room. I knew Andrew was turned on because I could see his erection pressing against his pants, but I couldn’t tell with Avril.

  Not at first.

  But then I noticed how she squirmed and kept nibbling on her thumbnail nervously as she watched what was going on. She and Andrew hardly spoke to each other, but I expect it just had to be fucking awkward.

  I mean… we’re as thick as thieves, but in a million years I can’t imagine watching Avril have sex. It would just be wrong.

  So very fucking wrong that I know it would feel right, so that is exactly why I told them I wasn’t coming out with them tonight. When it comes to sex, I like doing all the bad, wrong things because that is how I get my true kicks. Sharing that side of myself with Andrew wouldn’t bother me at all, because as dudes, I’ve shared stories of my conquests with Andrew, and when he wasn’t in a committed relationship, he would share his stories with me.

  It’s what dudes do. I’m pretty sure women do that with each other as well, but I can’t imagine Avril and I sharing that.

  Wrong, wrong, wrong.

  Which is why I’m wondering what kind of evil prick I am that I’m watching her right now on the screen for The Deck. She and Andrew split up not long ago, and I took that to mean they decided they were going to fuck tonight. The thought horrified and titillated me—to think of Avril going out on a limb like that. She’s not a big risk taker, and I know she’s being fueled by all kinds of deep emotion right now.

  Even though I want to turn my eyes away, I can’t. She’s been standing near the plexiglass walls that look out over the Vegas night, flirting with Kynan McGrath. He zeroed in on her the minute Andrew left her side, and I can’t say as I’m surprised. The huge blond Brit who now owns The Jameson Group—formerly Jerico’s private security organization—is well known in The Wicked Horse. He’s charming, funny, and a fucking stud, and I’ve never seen a woman turn him down.

  By the way Avril’s smiling at him, tucking her hair behind her ear and letting him skim his fingers down her bare arm, I know they’re going to fuck and I don’t like how it makes me feel.

  I should turn away. Go play poker.

  My head swivels, and I look over my shoulder. It appears a new game is getting ready to start.

  But I turn back to look at the screens, my gaze coming to rest on The Orgy Room where Andrew wasted no time in hooking up with someone. The chick sucking his cock is taking her time about it, and Andrew looks on the verge of blowing. But I’ve been with that woman before, and she’s a torturous tease. She’s not going to let him come in her mouth.

  My eyes go back to The Deck. For a moment, I can’t locate Avril. But then from another angle, I see her following Kynan as he leads her by the hand from The Deck straight into The Orgy Room.

  I pick them up on the same screen I’d been watching Andrew, and I hold my breath to see if they notice one another. I’m betting they didn’t want to share fuck space, which is why they split up.

  Kynan leads Avril to the opposite corner of the room from where Andrew is, and my gut tightens as he doesn’t even hesitate. He pulls her right into his arms and kisses her passionately. I watch as her body melts into his while her fists clutch onto his shirt. He drops one hand to her ass and squeezes it, and a bolt of lust shoots straight through me, making my dick start to swell.

  Just fucking great.

  Turn around, Dane. Go play poker.

  My eyes flick to Andrew, and he has the woman’s hair clenched tightly in his hands while his hips flex in and out. His eyes are closed, and the muscles in his neck are straining.

  I look back to Avril. Kynan now has his hand between her legs. He has at least two fingers inside of her by the way she’s rocking and tilting her hips.

  Fuck.

  Back to Andrew. The blonde now has his cock in her hands, and she’s putting a condom on him. There’s a hot kiss with a slip of the tongue, and then Andrew’s spinning her around to bend her over the back of a chaise lounge. He fists himself to line up, and then he drives into her deep.

  My cock jumps in response.

  Fuck.

  Back to Avril, and Jesus… Kynan has her pushed back against a wall with her skirt hiked up over her waist. He drops to his knees, pulls one of her legs over his shoulder, and presses his face into the lace panties covering her pussy.

  My cock starts leaking.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “Would you like another drink, Mr. Hawthorne?” I hear from beside me, and I turn to see Lucy standing there. She’s a gorgeous brunette with huge tits.

  “I’d rather you suck my cock,” I practically rasp out.

  Her eyes grow hot and her smile licentious. “Would love to.”

  My eyes go back to the screen as she drops to her knees in front of me, efficiently pulling my dick out. I groan when her hot mouth takes me in, watching as Kynan pulls Avril’s panties to the side so he can tongue her clit. Avril’s head falls back and her hips gyrate against his mouth. One of her hands comes to the back of his head, and I can see her pulling him tighter to her. Just watching her take that little bit of control has me needing to come so bad. I let my own hand drop down to the woman before me and I grip her hair, slowing her movements a bit. She easily complies. To give myself a little bit more of a breather, I glance back to Andrew.

  And holy fuck… his eyes are pinned on Avril and Kynan across the room. He’s seen her. By the look on his face, he’s as turned on as I am by watching her getting eaten. His jaw is locked, his eyes lasered onto the scene across the room, and his hips are punching hard and deep into the woman he’s fucking from behind. It’s almost as if with each stroke in, he’s imagining it to be Avril underneath him, and that is so fucking wrong.

  Just as it’s wrong for me to be imagining that it’s my mouth between Avril’s legs or her mouth on my cock.

  My balls start to tingle as I turn to look back at Avril just as she orgasms. While there’s no audio on the feed, her mouth opens and I can tell she lets out a scream of release as she gyrates her face against Kynan’s mouth. And then he’s up and pulling a condom out of his pocket. Avril’s hands work hungrily at his fly. When his dick is freed, she snatches the condom from him to roll it on.

  I glance back at Andrew, and he’s plowing into the blond while his teeth are biting down into his l
ower lip. His eyes are hungrily watching Avril, which prompts me to look back that way so I can see what he does.

  And Kynan is lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist so he can lower her onto his dick. He does so slowly. When he’s seated, his mouth finds Avril’s in a punishing kiss as he presses her into the wall. She threads her hands into his hair and kisses him back with as much bruising force.

  Kynan then starts to fuck her. His pants sit below his ass, the muscles flexing with every deep stroke in. He’s a big dude, so I know Avril is stuffed to capacity. Her head falls against the wall and lolls to the side while he fucks her slowly and deeply. She looks like she’s in subspace, her face completely awash with pleasure.

  So much pleasure that a surge of jealousy rages through me. I’m not sure if I’m jealous that Kynan’s fucking her or that she’s feeling so fucking marvelous in this moment.

  Suddenly, Avril’s eyes open and her head lifts. As if she sensed him in the room, she looks across the sea of writhing bodies and her gaze meets Andrew’s. I can see the shock on Avril’s face, and then a flash of mortification. But then Kynan drives deep into her, and the pleasure is back.

  But she doesn’t take her eyes off Andrew.

  My gaze flicks back and forth between them as I release my hold on the brunette’s head so she can go faster on me.

  Andrew fucking the woman hard from behind, Avril getting fucked hard by Kynan.

  Both staring at each other almost defiantly.

  Kynan moves faster, and I can see Avril tense up. Once again, her head falls back and her eyes squeeze shut as she comes. I look to Andrew. He’s planted himself deep with his head thrown back while he groans out his own release.

  And then I explode in the brunette’s mouth with a loud groan.

  Fuck, I feel utterly filthy for what just went down. While the woman on her knees before me laps up the rest of my semen, I can’t help the wicked grin that spreads across my face.

  CHAPTER 5

  Avril

  It’s Monday morning, and I’m stewing in my office. I know Andrew’s here because I peeped out my door and saw his office light on.

  I’m pissed because he didn’t come to say good morning to me, which means he’s still feeling all kinds of awkward and put off by what we did at The Wicked Horse on Friday. I took an Uber home that night, longing for my own bed. Before we parted ways out on the sidewalk in front of The Onyx, I made him promise me that it was all cool.

  I’d pulled him into a hard hug before releasing to look him in the eye. “Promise me that we’re good. That this doesn’t change anything between us.”

  He’d smiled, and it had seemed so genuine. He put both his hands to my face, bent down to peer into my eyes, and said, “It changes nothing.”

  Liar.

  And I’m tired of wondering what he’s thinking. I push up from my desk chair and march out of my office. With my eyes narrowed on his door, I think about what a revelation The Wicked Horse had been for me. I may not be any closer to understanding why Jamie did what he did, but I came out of there understanding a lot about myself.

  I learned that I truly didn’t understand sex. I mean, my sex life has been good for the most part, and I truly believe I satisfied Jamie. But I don’t think I really understood the importance of it until Friday night. Like a mystery being unveiled, I walked out of that sex club realizing the potential for pleasure was limitless and didn’t have to be sought only in the confines of a relationship. I guess it provided me solace that at least I still had the ability and power to seek and achieve intimacy and pleasure in other places, albeit unconventionally.

  Without bothering to knock on Andrew’s door, I push it open and brace against whatever expression he’ll give me.

  He looks up, and I get a flush of embarrassment followed by guilt, because he knows that I know he’s hiding from me. His gaze quickly goes to his computer screen, and he says, “I’m in the middle of something, Avril. Can it wait?”

  No. It can’t.

  I walk right up to his desk and pull the power cord free from the back of his monitor.

  “What the hell, Av?” Andrew snarls as he looks up to me.

  “Don’t,” is all I say.

  His eyebrows pull inward. “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t break your promise to me,” I tell him softly. “You promised we were good.”

  “We are good,” he says, but even I can hear the lie in his voice.

  Stepping back, I smooth my skirt down and take a seat in one of his guest chairs on the opposite side of his desk.

  Clasping my hands in my lap, I lean forward to look him in the eye. “You remember that New Year’s Eve party our senior year?”

  Andrew’s eyes darken to the color of slate. “Yeah… why?”

  “I kissed you at the stroke of midnight. And you kissed me back.”

  “I remember,” he murmurs. “And then you kissed Dane. And he kissed you back.”

  “We were drunk and stoned,” I remind him. “But we laughed about it the next day.”

  “Little different,” he mutters.

  “Aha,” I say as I come up out of the chair and point an accusing finger at him. “You are totally regretting what happened at The Wicked Horse.”

  Andrew’s face flushes, and he stands up from his chair. “Well, fuck, Avril… watching some guy fuck you is a little different than a drunk midnight kiss.”

  I shake my head. “It’s not so different. Friday night, you and I were high on sex and lust and we acted on it. Sure… the acts were more intimate, but the point is… you’re letting it change something between us.”

  Andrew gives a sigh and scrubs his hand over the scruff on his face. His eyes are troubled, and that pains me. “Aren’t you weirded out by it in the slightest? Don’t you regret doing something so impetuous and bizarre?”

  I turn away from Andrew and walk over to the windows to look out over the city. It’s chilly and gray outside, but the weather doesn’t match my mood. I learned too many things this weekend that have simply lit a fire in my gut. One of the things I learned was that I was completely turned on by watching Andrew. He’d watched me back, but rather than disgust me, it… intrigued me?

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I keep my gaze out the window. “You know what I regret? I regret spending years of my life not knowing my value as a woman.”

  “Avril,” Andrew chastises, but I give an impatient wave of my hand.

  Turning back toward him, I clarify, “I’m not talking about equality or my worth in the boardroom. You and Dane never saw me as less than you in that respect. But I am talking about my worth as a female.”

  “Is this about Jamie?” Andrew asks.

  I shrug. “Maybe. Partly. But mostly about me.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  Walking back around his desk, I sit back down in the chair again. Andrew follows suit, leaning his forearms on the top.

  “Andrew,” I share with him in a low tone vibrating with revelation. “Friday night… I had power. Not a better type of power than what I wield in my career, but a power that’s important all the same. A power I never knew I had.”

  “Sex,” he says hesitantly.

  “The power to seek it for myself and for no other reason than to make me feel good about myself,” I clarify. “Dane was right. It was liberating. When I walked out, I knew myself better, and Andrew… God help me… but I felt good about what I did in there. I felt alive and so no, I have no regrets at all. In fact, I went back again on Saturday night.”

  Andrew’s eyes stare at me wide and unblinking. When he finally talks, his voice is raspy. “You did?”

  I nod enthusiastically and laugh. “Figured if Jamie was out getting some exciting sex, why shouldn’t I?”

  “So, this is what? All about getting back at Jamie?” His expression is guarded, but I see the worry.

  Shaking my head, I blow that idea off with another wave of my hand. “Of course, it’s not about getting back at Jam
ie. He would never know what I did. It’s about feeling good. I realized when I woke up Saturday… I was craving to go back. I wanted to feel good, and sexy, and powerful again. So, I went.”

  Andrew slumps back in his chair, bringing his elbow to one of the armrests so he can place his chin in his palm while he studies me. Finally, he asks, “Were you like… with the same guy?”

  “No, I wasn’t,” is all I tell him. I don’t even know the name of the guy I was with, and I don’t care to. I only know that he fucked me from behind out on The Deck, and it was fantastic.

  The silence is heavy between us while Andrew just stares at me. At least he’s not looking at me like I’m an idiot, but I can tell he’s learning something new about his friend that he never in a million years thought he’d find out.

  “What happened Friday night…” I say softly, and his eyes focus in on mine. “Did that hurt our friendship?”

  “You mean am I going to toss away seventeen years of friendship because we happened to watch each other have sex with someone else?”

  I nod with a sly grin.

  “No,” he says with a sigh. “Of course not. It’s insane how many times I’ve inadvertently seen Dane having sex with someone, and I’ve never thought twice about it. I just need to put you in that same category, I guess.”

  I can do nothing but nod my agreement with his sentiment, because that was the best I could hope for. I don’t share with him, however, that I do think the friendship has changed.

  I remembered Friday night and the way Andrew and I stared at each other while we were in the throes of sexual pleasure with other people. We refused to look away from each other in embarrassment, and that right there changed everything.

  It strengthened my feelings for Andrew. It tightened my bond with him. It made me respect him even more that we could share something so wild and uninhibited, and still sit here right now validating our friendship is as strong as ever.

  Friday night at The Wicked Horse changed everything between Andrew and me, but I don’t think he realizes the extent of it just yet.